Saturday, June 30, 2012

Ever since I wrote this entry inquiring as to the whereabouts of my very most favoritest writer/cartoonist, I've gotten a lot (Alot) of traffic on that post. People are searching it multiple times a day and landing on that page. They're not looking for me, Allie. They're looking for you and FINDING me.

It may seem cheap, but you know what? I'll take it!

I just wanted to let you know, that I'm planning to borrow those readers for a while. Only until you come back. You can have them back...provided that you can identify them.

Sure, I don't draw clever little cartoons and I don't have a dog that makes a whine like a jet engine, but I'll try my best to keep those folks entertained in your absence. Maybe I'll post pictures of things that "almost" look like vulvae and call it "Suddenly Bajingo". Maybe I'll just talk about how much the Intarwebs misses you.

Maybe I'll use hypnosis and duct tape.

Anyway, I'll take good care of them, Allie. I swear.

So, hello! If you were led to this blog through a search for Allie Brosh, please stick around for a while and we can chat about how fabulous Ms. Brosh is and how very much we miss her unique brand of humor.

But first, look into this golden amulet...you're getting very sleepy...

Call me "Ishmael".

These are the absolutely true stories of Erika - wife, mother of three, and word ninja. When not writing wrongs or battling her nemesis, Dishes Galore, she enjoys poking people with sharp sticks until they make little squeaky sounds. *poke*